Author: haneyj4

In the first installment of what could easily become one of the better aspects of this league, we’re going to have our own ESPY’s…sort of. More shenanigans (unless you consider Caitlyn Jenner, who is brave and stunning, winning the Arthur Ashe Bravery Award, which we will never be able to out-ridiculous), more laughs, and waaaaaaay more brutal ribbing, like the condoms Will will never use. Not because he won’t ever get laid, but because I really have a hard time believing he cares anything about “her pleasure.”

Impact Award: (given to the player who both impacted his team and whose owners were about as happy to have as an actual impaction)

Winner: Devin Hester. This guy scored -2 points on the season. Incredible. On the bright side, he’s projected to get 0.3 points this next week, so I guess that’s literally a plus.

Joel, on the state of his team, despite their managing to squeak into the playoffs:

“”They are a bunch of asshats” end quotes”

*Drops mic*

Why Joel felt the need to put quotations on his own quote, I do not know.

Next up, the award for Diamond in the Rough, which is given to the player who broke through the proverbial glass ceiling of low expectations.

And the winner is……

Dak Prescott! I don’t think anyone expected the rookie signal caller to 1) see the field, 2) be an absolute beast, and 3) unseat Tony Romo as the starter for the Cowboys. That said, he’ll never have been with Jessica Simpson back in the day, and that’s something anyone could retire with a smile knowing.

Terrelle Pryor was considered for this, but there’s not a Browns player on Earth that belongs on the receiving end of any positive award.

Now we move to the award for Biggest Bust, given not to Jessica Simpson (though that joke actually works on a number of levels), but to the player who came in with the highest expectations, but decided instead that covering his sheets in the stink of fecal failure was a better idea.

This one is easy.

Todd Gurley, c’mon down! After literally running all over the competition last season, the sophomore hit his slump like 2016 hit the lifespan of celebrities. There are definitely some others who didn’t do as well insofar as points scored, but none of them were worthy of a first round pick, if injuries are excluded. Jamaal Charles was a solid pickup to back up the youthful workhorse turned stable mule, except Father Time gives no quarter.

Next up we’ve got the award for Money Best Spent, followed by Money Most Wasted. These are given to those who managed to navigate the waiver wire, though the two did so with very different results. First up, Money Best Spent. By the way, Jack lost to Joel on an early season bid for Tevin Coleman. $30 is indeed more than $2. Early contender for biggest waste of funds.

The award for Money Best Spent goes to a $2 bid by Frazer for Dak Prescott, beating out Joel by a full $1. The Money Worst Spent award goes to Bryan Tuttle for his $61 bid on Charcandrick West, again beating Joel, but this time by $49.

NOTE: Holy Christ. Going through the auction report was WAY more fascinating than I thought it’d be. There are stories here, far beyond a simple award. I’m going to put up the list I made while doing the research. There’s more to it than is written down, but have at it. There were some overpays after November 9, but at that point there’s not much reason to be saving money, so it’s hard to consider those as failures.

T. Williams $3 Tut (Dropped D. Jackson)

Vikings D $20 Joel (beat Jon with a bid of $0)

T. Coleman $32 Joel (Dropped D. Parker)

J. Crowder $6 Frazer (dropped P. Dorsett)

M. Bennett $25 Joel

D. Sproles $2 Alex (but dropped Spencer Ware for it)

S. Coates $0 Frazer (dropped Crowder)

Meredith $38 Jack

S. Ware $30 Joel (dropped a D, beat Alex by $2, and Nick by $10)

T. Taylor $0 Nick (dropped B. Bortles)

M. Mariota $4 Tut (dropped Q. Enunwa)

T. Montgomery $28 Frazer (dropped K. Britt)

C. Beasley $1 Joel (dropped A. Foster)

J. Winston $0 Jack (but dropped D. Carr)

T. Williams $0 Jack (dropped T. Benjamin)

T. West $61 Tut

H. Henry $26 Joel (dropped K)

H. Henry $25 Alex (dropped S. Shepard, overbid next place by $17, dropped the next week)

D. Prescott $2 Frazer (dropped R. Wilson, beat out Joel by $1)

R. Jennings $0 Nick (dropped F. Whittaker)

J. Crowder $20 Jack (dropped W. Snead)

R. Kelley $18 Alex

****note, three people put in bids for the Ravens on 11/9, all three for $10. Jack won by virtue of being first in line on the waiver wire.

Let’s continue on to Most Valuable Trade. To be valuable as a whole, a trade needs to benefit both sides. As I type this, I already regret the research I’m going to have to do.

The trade deemed Most Valuable is…

Odell Beckham, Jr. for Emmanuel Sanders and a conditional draft pick. Obviously OBJ is of higher value than Sanders, but when you factor in either a 1st, 3rd, or 4th round pick next year, the scales shift back to the middle. There were others that could have been considered, but most of those were relatively mundane.

Now for the Most One Sided Trade. This award goes to a trade that only one party actually benefited from, for some reason or another, including the dreaded trAIDS virus.

T.Y. Hilton for A.J. Green actually would have been fairly even, given the eventual lack of a QB for one, and the lack of a hamstring for the other. However, that trade only set up the trade rape that came next. With that said, the winner of the Most One Sided Trade (AKA the trAIDS Trophy) goes to Mr. Howard in trading Jamison Crowder and Doug Martin for A.J. Green. $$$$ got a needed RB and a solid flex play, and Jack got essentially nothing, unless Green makes a comeback.

This one I just made up because the outcome is hilarious to me. The award for Best Veto is given to the player responsible for the best trade veto of the year. That only one existed is irrelevant.

Bryan Tuttle, congratulations on vetoing Jon’s bid for LeSean McCoy. It’s entirely possible that could have been the difference in the playoffs and the Toilet Bowl for our beloved Commish.

The award for Most Points Scored goes to Laissez Fair Catch with 1672.4, followed by Joel and Jon with 1521.4 and 1518.1, respectively.

The award for Best Luckiest Defense goes also to Laissez Fair Catch with 1283.2, followed by Matt and Will with 1426.7 and 1430.5.

Obviously the season rarely ends the way it begins, and streaks have a lot to do with that. Next we have the Phoenix Award and the Deuce Award. One awarded to the team which rose from the ashes of defeat to storm to the playoffs, the other given to the team which fell from on high into the Toilet Bowl.

Phoenix Award: The Secret Squirrels

Jack’s team rattled off a 6 win streak that jettisoned them into 3rd place and a berth in the playoffs, averaging 128.9 points per week, and 116.3 once outlying 150+ games are accounted for, after averaging 115.6 through 6 weeks.

Deuce Award: Numero Un

Well, at least #1 in something. Jon started strong at 5-2, sitting at 2nd place in the league going into week 8. It was all downhill from there for the despot, losing his next 5 straight, sinking his team directly into the muck of the Toilet Bowl. The Uns averaged an offensive 108.5 over the course of the streak, with no outliers, after averaging 139.3 in the weeks preceding.

As a bit of EB4D history, the best and worst records (by %) is 10-2, held by the 2014 Head Bustas and Andre Fortehands, and the 2016 Laissez Fair Catch. The worst record is held by the 2011 We Sum Head Bustas and the 2012 PASSWORDIS TACOs at 2-11. It’s worth noting that the next worst also belongs to Joel and the 2014 Fear Boners at 2-10, despite defeating the Great Balls in the Toilet bowl that year.

The Caitlyn Jenner Courage Award goes to Laissez Fair Catch! Not for being the best team, though they were, but for returning to play this year after their owner swore to every god known and unknown that he was done with fantasy football after coming in dead last 3/5 seasons, and never finishing better than 3rd to last. This was true stunning bravery, and not Caitlyn Jenner, Laren Hill, nor Pat Tillman could reach such heights. As Nelson Mandela, FDR, and like 90 other assholes once said, “Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that you can’t quit because then those assholes will have won.” Or something like that.

Right then, on to the playoffs.

By the way, there are two teams at 6-6 in the middle bracket, and one in both the Playoffs and the Toilet Bowl.

Let’s start with the middle bracket, because it could not possibly matter less.

As is custom, the #5 and #6 teams fight for absolutely nothing. What is not custom, is that Frazer is not involved. It’s really weird. Nick’s Head Bustas take on Bryan an the Boyz in the fantasy equivalent of a war between Liechtenstein and Nauru over an island near Antarctica. No one cares. But, just looking at the teams and considering recent history (Nick and Tut actually came in 2nd for the appropriate Streaks awards), odds are Nick busts dirty all over Bryan and his Boyz.

To the winner’s bracket. #2 Mr. Rodger’s Neighborhood will host the #3 Secret Squirrels. Lucky for Jack, Mr. Rodger also struck me as living in a friendly part of town. You know, without all the crime and whatnot. The sort of place where trees exist. Perfect for squirrels. Whether or not this particular venue is equally welcoming, we shall see. If A.J. Green manages to make a comeback, this gets huREAL tight. Last time these teams met was in Week 4, when the Squirrels were discount-double-checked out of town 106.1-80.7.

The #4 Eat My Pocket Dogs take on the #1 Laissez Fair Catch. Thank for the offer, but I’ll be keeping my hands off your pocket dogs. That’s filthy. Interestingly enough, the last meetup for these two teams brought the first loss of the season to the Fair Catch, in which The Pocket Dogs won by 0.2 points. Not that I’m still bitter. The likelihood of Joel moving to the next round is about the same as The League returning for another season.

There are very few sporting events in which the Losers’ Bracket is more exciting than the Winners’ Bracket. Our league is one such example, and I think we should be proud of that.

The inappropriately named #8 Numero Uns compete against the #9 El turn down fo r Wattos to determine which team will climb to safety, and which will take a dip in sewage. These two teams have met twice before, each with different outcomes. Thomas’s team’s inability to place defense has not changes, though. Hilton, Gronk, and Luck are all questionable to play for the Uns, leaving this one more than a little interesting, though if they go, the Uns field a strong team. We should look to see the Wattos fighting for their lives.

Last and also least, the #7 Guns of Hochuli will be shooting toward the #10 Fighting Frazers. As if this wasn’t intriguing enough, we’ve got ourselves a brothers matchup. While my previous question as to whether or not Will would accept his brother’s now vacated mantle of aggressive monotony seems to be a resounding “yes,” this game itself is a Code Beige (that one’s for you, Jon). Frazer’s team has actually scored surprisingly well over the last bit, and looks to continue that trend. It’s more than possible that Will selected his own fate at the beginning of the year.

For Part 1 of our regular season recap, I asked the Commish to join me for an exchange of pleasantries. What follows is (not) without edit. Enjoy.

AH: I want to get a little of your written comedy involved, this week. While I’ve been generally pleased with my entries, yours were (almost) always gold. Bring some of that back for this.

JE: Before I entertain your cry for help, I’m gonna need you to call me Papi at least one more time.

AH: So, Jon Papi, man of many names: Commissioner, Commish, Andre Fortehands, Numero Un, Colluder, Papi (Editor’s Note: I don’t remember typing this…odd), Former Champion, All-Around Jackass. Welcome back to the blog. The plan was to Make Blog Great Again, so here’s hoping your written humor is more stable than your team. Starting off 3-1 is no poor showing. What were you thinking about your chances this year, going into week 5?

JE: TBH, I’d already started browsing for which fine Scotch was worthy of filling my Champion’s decanter. Not only had I just pants’d Joel in Week 4, but then I turned back around and table-topped him by swiping Gronk and Golden Tate for two players he’d drop within a month. What an idiot that guy is. (EN: Irony is a bitch)

AH: After losing handedly to the Hands Off Catch, you reeled off another two straight wins. 5-2, sitting at 2nd place on the leaderboards. Frankly, I considered you my top competition, given the god-awful showing by everyone else. Then you lost to Mr. Rodgers, the first time the consciousness objector ever involved himself in a good ol’ foreign ass-whooping. At that point, I thought it was no big deal, going so far as to predict both would be in the playoffs. Which of you is currently in the playoffs? If both, I was right. If neither, clearly I’m out of my league. If only one, is it the one your expected it to be?

JE: If you’re asking me if I read the blog in a week after I lost, that’s gonna be a no for me dawg. If you did predict that was going to make the playoffs, 1) you damn well should have and 2) please keep your stink off my team in future blogs please. They smell enough like rotten sewage as it is right now.

AH: You’re sitting in a decent place in the Toilet Bowl. What do you attribute to landing there?

JE: Gravity mostly. Any turd dropped from such a high is bound to come streaking back down to Earth. But also karma. I prepped for a week to pull off the sickest of burns when Jack continued to turn down my trade requests for Devonta Freeman. The execution was flawless as he will surely attest to, but little did I know that it would be me who ended up so severely toasted.

AH: El Turn Down f or Watto is up next in the sights of the Uns. Similar to the actual DPRK, your team is starving for a win. Any chance of a nuclear option to win this round?

JE: Oh you mean I’m playing the guy who traded FOR Jamaal Charles, has his 3rd highest scoring player on a bye, and can’t properly operate a space bar when typing a three letter proposition? In that case, go ahead and chalk up my 6th straight L. See ya soon, Frazer.

AH: If you end up being the winner of the less-than-coveted Cody Poarch Trophy, what’s your hot, steaming take on the Toilet Bowl punishment this year? What would you have done differently as a punishment? Are you even remotely worried about losing, knowing full well that this is hands down the least-awful punishment ever?

JE: I’m a fan. Not in the sense that I have any plans to be picking up used condoms and Four Loko cans off the side of 321, but in the sense that I think we’re headed down the right path of public humiliation. I’m actually fearful of what next year’s punishment might be should you come out on top. I’ve seen what happens when bullied younger brothers get too much power for their own good, and don’t wish a similar fate upon this league. (EN: I pictured Nick sitting on Jon’s head after a healthy helping of Taco Bell chalupas, and if that hasn’t happened, Nick, get on it.)

AH: What would you say the shape of the blog is, now that you’ve turned over the reigns to one clearly more capable?

JE: Do me a favor and insert whatever meme kids are using these days to say “go fuck yourself.” You beg me to help make this blog great again and then expect me to have to listen to this shit? What’s next, you’re gonna ask me how it feels to watch you make stiff, sweaty love on my old championship throne?

AH: Before this next question, I’m going to need you to assume the position. I’ve provided a mat, as I’d hate for you to scrape your knees. Now then…what’s it like knowing that the once flaming ginger balls, the big time timmy jims, the 3 time last place finisher, now sits on a regular season throne that you once laid a claim to?

JE: You are one cold sonofabitch. I’ll have you know, that last time I handed over money to a Haney for a job well done, your mother did dirty, dirty things to earn it. (EN: the brownies were delicious, if a bit crumbly, I’ll admit)

Let’s start off by recognizing that two teams scored over 180 points two weeks ago. Hands Off My Pocket Dogs put up a combined 367.2 points. While impressive in itself, that number is greatly overshadowed by the real news. With a score of 185.8, a team owned and operated by Yours Truly (Editor’s Note: That’s Alex Haney, for reference) took the crown for the highest score over the League’s nearly six year existence. Joel, I didn’t spend the time to figure out where your score ranks. “Under mine” is the only rank I’m certain of. That reminds me, we really should have a documented League Record Book. I’m sure I’ll be bored and drunk enough on a Saturday to do that. Or maybe Sunday when I’m not watching any of these games. Or just a random Tuesday. Welcome to grad-life, Jon; as if the Clemson fallout wasn’t enough to drive you to drink to oblivion.

Alright, enough gloating about the single most magnificent team output in league history, which is really quite incredible. On to the Week 10 recap.

My team was brought back to Earth (sort of) by facing literally the only team to score more points this week. Thanks, Jack. OBJ did his best to reach the 60 points needed all on his own, but was let down by Tyler Eiffert (a surprise), and Jeremy Hill (not so much). I am accepting trade offers for RBs. Anyone need a certain Bears TE?

Joel has made a habit of being just inches short. So has Matt, technically, but that’s neither here nor there at the moment.

Anyone know how to crop?

Last week, Joel put up what would have been an absurdly high score, but ended up being only absurdly disappointing, as far as wins go. This week, he put together one of the finer stats I’ve ever had the luxury of being told about, because I’d definitely have missed it. Through two matchups against The Boyz, The Dogs have lost by a combined 0.8 points. Holy shit. HuffPo gave Trump better odds at the Presidency than that score line had of happening. To make things even better, both games were lost by 0.4 points. So, the Curse of King Tut’s Tomb is real. Tut’s team is dead, but doing a great job still killing others.

Man, the Guns are just not good. Removing the outlier of DMT, Will’s two highest scorers were his defense and his kicker, respectively. On the bright side, Will finally managed to figure out the importance of a kicker. However, making them one of your top three scorers is not typically a solid strategy. Bold, but not solid (Throwback!). I can’t help but think that Will knew he wouldn’t be putting forth any effort at all this year, and picked the league punishment with all the creativity of a blind bureaucrat. Keep up the good work. As an aside, DMT, beyond being a phenom ball snatcher, is a chemical released by a person during the process of dying. C’mon, Will, do the right thing: release DMT.

Speaking of Matt coming up short, he didn’t.

Seriously, it’s an issue.

Even a respectable score of 122 was not enough for The Frazers to fight their way into a second win. Something about those Hinmans, this go-round. I guess what they say about twins is true, that they act similarly. Frazer went from mediocre to worst, and Will went from top to mediocre. Really incredible stuff. Why anyone would play a defense that’s up against the Steelers is beyond me, but hey, what do I know? As though having a paltry team wasn’t bad enough, Alshon Jeffery was suspended for 4 games due to failing a PED test. Typically when someone does PEDs, they do well and make the suspension arguably worth it. In this case, the PEDs in question were apparently Flinstone vitamins.

There are really few things I enjoy more than seeing a Communist regime falter. Really just makes my whole day. In the spirit of true equality, The Uns are now sharing numbers perfectly between the Wins and Losses columns. Turn down for what, indeed. Actually, Jon’s score would be pretty good if this weren’t a PPR league. Nothing really stands out on this one, if I’m being honest, making it more difficult than I’d like it to be to drag the Uns through the mud. Incidentally a staple of the North Korean diet. Antonio Antonio’d, Gurley continued to disappoint, and the Bengals backfield basically stayed there.

Two weeks, ladies and gents. Two weeks. Those of us certain of where we’ll end up have the benefit of being able to start planning for the playoffs, top or bottom. You guys in the middle, not so fortunate. Play the odds, and try not to get stinky.

On Thursday night, Matty Ice placed his testicular fortitude upon Matty’s eyes. Past that, Mike Evans did grown-man things to the Falcons D, turning it into a passing battle. I am not mad at it. Barring a complete meltdown to the tune of every player giving the performance equivalent of spending $25 of Hunter Henry, I’m moving to 8-1. It was a misdirection, always a bold strategy.

This is also entirely rushed and last minute. So basically, the usual, but with less research. A bold strategy.

Nick, set your lineup. No one wants to see the Pocket Dogs in the upper half of the standings. Be all you can be. Of course, if you’re going for boldness, not starting half a team is boldest of the bold. One might even suggest…too bold. Fortune favors the bold!

There’s nothing I can possibly add to this

After taking a well-timed week off, Julio got back to being Julio. I actually managed to watch most of the second half of this one, and TIL Julio is a beast. Tut is still only projected to win by a few, but looking at Frazers lineup, I wouldn’t hold my breath looking for Win Number 2. Hey Frazer, care to make a bold trade for one Andy Dalton? I hear he’s doing pretty well this year.

Hmmm?

Will is seemingly continuing his bold strategy of not starting a kicker until the last second. Really taking advantage of the gametime decision method to confuse the defense. Speaking of confused defenses, the Cardinals are on a bye week. You really just can’t count on anyone to do their job, these days. Two bold strategies in one matchup? Very bold.

Numero Un has take a sudden turn for the worse, with a win drought that’s quickly beginning to look like a North Korea work camp: stark, cold, and really just generally unpleasant. Will the DPRK nuke the competition, or be relegated to the underground dirt farms of the bottom half of the rankings? Leaning on two RBs recently cleared from injury on low scoring offenses is a bold strategy if ever I’ve seen one.

For someone that watched a combined three snaps of football this weekend (two of which were college), I’m about to give one fantastic closure to Week 8. Right now, this relationship is very much one of Walmart being the only place you can get obscure wall prints that look like they might have a touch of class, but you know deep inside that your guests know very outwardly that they’re Grade A white trash. Doesn’t stop me from liking mine, though. So, until a Kirklands moves in, you gents are standing in line back to the kid’s graphic tees, wondering why there are literally 36 lanes, and 3 ½ are open. Let’s be honest, Glenda hasn’t used technology since the rotary telephone.

Can there be any doubt that this is shaping up to be an exciting year? I’m going to keep bitching about the lack of creativity and overall friendly sadism of the punishment this year (who’d have guessed the son of a pastor would be less of an asshole?), but it’s still an interesting season. There are four teams tied for fourth at four wins and four losses. That is straight up compelling. Only three teams exist under that line, meaning one of these teams is destined for the loser’s league. Joel’s meteoric rise to contention, Matt’s continued quiet winning ways, and Nick’s fulfillment of divine prophesy (called it) have made it entirely too clear: this is anyone’s league.

‘Cept Frazer. You might want to go ahead and start planning for the inevitable.

Let’s hop in the way way back machine and look at the unfolding of events from not nearly long enough ago to warrant such a powerful device.

Dirty Mike and the Fair Catch

Tyler Eifert, in his first game as a full participant after coming back from multiple injuries, put his hands all over the Boyz. The big TE broke off 25.2 points in Tut’s John Brown hindparts, leading all scorers for both teams. Speaking of leading scorers, if yours is your defense, there’s usually a problem. Three of Tut’s skill position players combined for a whopping 9.6 points. Combined. That means put together. Oh, dear… Had Mike Gillislee been in the lineup, well, nothing would have changed. But hey, at least being on the bench keeps him from getting injured, amirite?

Implications: The Boyz fell to 4-4, putting them squarely in the middle of the race, and cementing my own team as the lone owner of first place for another week. Thanks for the F shack.

I dare anyone here to get a red Prius

Fighting My Pocket Dog

First off, I couldn’t decide between this and “Eat My Fighting Frazer.” I think either would be a win, if for nothing more than the visual that is sure to come wither either. Frazer did indeed put up a fight this week, barely losing to the Dogs, who have managed to reel off 4 straight, during a win streak with some rather tight games. If there’s one thing a pocket dog loves, it’s a tight squeeze. Oh hey! Dez is back! The Frazers put up a generally solid stat line, really. Russell Wilson did as Russell Wilson does, and disappointed greatly, leading to the 7th loss of the year for the elder Hinman. Amari Cooper, on the other hand, more than made up for what was a pedestrian-at-best effort from the rest of the Dogs. Janikowski somehow managed to miss 2/3 field goals, so now might be a good time to find religion, or meet the end times with a bottle of Jack and a full-finger solute.

Keg-Stand Regional Champ

Implications: Frazer is toast. Nothing else to see here. Joel, however, has clearly sold his soul. Little late, but I’d say a fair price.

El Turn Down for…. No. Head Wa…no. This is stupid. Nick vs Thomas.

While reading through some old posts in search of comedic inspiration (clearly I found it, right?…right???), I came across the bold predictions column from last year, as well as a particular phrase. I AM NOSTRADOMUS. Rather than predict 9/11, or the rise of Hitler, though, I predicted something truly useful. Nick used his considerable human size and his new-found skills to give the Wattos the ol’ pancake. Fortunately for Thomas, if you want to find the silver lining, his team didn’t exactly “go off.” So the sound beating was more expected than it was heart-breaking. Plus, you were warned. I didn’t know who Jordan Howard was until this weekend. Clearly neither did Minnesota.

Hang on, wrong purple team

Implications: The Head Bustas live! And Thomas, despite his way-too-high-for-this-to-be-any-semblance-of-fair scoring so far, falls to 2-6. I’d say he wouldn’t need to worry much about the loser’s bracket, as it’s still a solid team, but then some kicker would put the ball through the uprights 19 times, and return a fumble for a touchdown.

Mr. Rodger’s Un

Back on track. Alright, maaaaaybe I got the call wrong on this one. But Jon scored more than enough to win on the usual week, so I’m chalking it up to a W for me. Also a W for me is the fact that Jon did, in fact, lose! Rodgers did bring down the house in what was sure to be a shootout from the start. This was a well-played game all around, really. No one player did excessively well or poorly in relation to the rest of the lineup; the biggest mistake Matt made was leaving what would have been the numbers 2 and 3 scorers on the bench, allowing it to be a close game. Yep, no glaring, obvious, head-scratchingly dumb mistakes, here. Hang on, what’s that? Jon started a defense that got torched by Miami only a week before, and allowed 16 points from an anemic SF offense, against what may well be the best offense in football? Surely no one could be so foolish! 3 points, Jonny Boy. 3 points.

Actual photo of Jon’s D getting torched

Implications: This one actually doesn’t change much of anything. Chances are that both teams will end up in the winner’s bracket, and may even face each other. So hang onto those 3 points!

America’s Game of the Week: Hochuli’s Secret Squirrel

This game had the most riding on it going in. If Jack lost, he’d be likely irredeemably in the bottom of the charts. Had Will won, he’d be the current clear 4th man in. Instead, we end up with both having relatively equal opportunity to break into the top, maintain the middle, or plunge into the Toilet Bowl. I have to admit that I did not expect Frank Gore to continue to be relevant, much less a valuable member of a fantasy squad. Aside from Blair Walsh’s continued neglect at the hands of the Vikings, there didn’t seem to be a whole lot going on here in the way of individual performances that altered the game. Brady kicked ass for nothing, and the Eagles failing to slow down Dallas was equally impactful on the outcome. It is worth noting, though, that E. Sanders was the lowest scoring skill player for the Squirrels.

TFW literally any kick could lose you the game

Implications: Here is where this matchup actually mattered. Due to the outcome we got, your guess is as good as mine as to how the final rankings are going to shape up.

Alright, there you have it, the Week 8 Roundup. I’m going to attempt to have this out on Tuesday each week, with a sort of “theme round” on Saturdays, regarding the games of that Sunday.